I am a jealous lover. I decided that when I was watching "The End of the Affair" the other day. Ralph Fiennes' character "measures the degree of his love by the degree of his jealousy" and it just clicked that I am the same way. It makes me spiteful and bitter and paranoid and I absolutely hate it.
I don't want to be bothered by anything, but I am.
This is the most pointless and ridiculous post ever.
2 comments:
You know who else was spiteful...124. And full of baby's venom. But I assure you that no matter your jealousy, there will ALWAYS be enough milk for all.
-Sam
Wow. You actually read this! 16 points to you! You're great!
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